Brickhouse

On a sketchy strip of Main St that most people avoid, you’d expect the Brickhouse to be just as skuzzy as the nasty-ass dive bars surrounding it. But stepping inside here is a revelation. In Vancouver’s most eclectic bar, you’ll find redbrick walls lined with Christmas lights and fish tanks. The room is studded with junk-shop coffee tables and sagging couches. Popular with artsy locals and in-the-know hipsters, it’s like hanging out in someone’s old-school den. Grab a Storm Scottish Ale at the bar, slide onto a perch and start chatting: you’re bound to meet someone interesting.